No Longer a Ghost

a cutesy little poem

when I was young, I was my best

and the brightest colors lay at my feet.

then the world changed me

so into myself I’d hide,

as if I were a ghost under the sheet.

isolated and alone

could be so dark that sometimes I’d think of the old me.

the sky that could light up my world,

and imagination for days,

the possibility.

after some thought and lots of long days

I decided to turn the bad into something good.

what was my other choice?

to suffer forever?

No, so turn away from the dark I should.